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lirik lagu gunna - i can’t feel my face (original)

[intro: gunna]
mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mm (i can’t feel my face)
mhm, mhm, mm
mhm, mhm, mhm

[chorus: gunna]
still trim
tell ’em they passed, they all him
audemars wrist, they know it’s him
i’ll probably win an award (mhm)
coupe with suicide doors (mhm)
lil’ bitty b~tch, they don’t know what’s happenin’
i’m really rich, i don’t do it for the ‘gram
now i drop heat like a torch (mhm, mhm, mm)

[verse 1: gunna]
she say the lam’ got her, uh, she say the lam’ got her carsick
i slow it down, i’m ’bout to take her to pound, i give her hard d~ck
ain’t playin’ around, feel like i’m takin’ the crown, tell ’em to park it
stop in and see me and bae go and eat at hibachi
i see her hand, certified gia stone, jumpin’ like a mosh pit
still got a chance, number one, platinum and gold, i made a profit
travеlin’ the land, tryna get plugs to a plan, put it in a socket
wunna intеrnational, you know i’m doin’ songs with asake
goin’ back home off 10s, she back at my home while i’m sittin’ where the rocks at
excuse my cologne, still pushin’ it, really goin’ on, i’m goin’ with the process
even though this sh~t deeper than music, i know it’s a process
[pre~chorus: gunna]
mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mm (i can’t feel my face)
mhm, mhm, mm (you let it came with a bad taste)
mhm, mhm, mhm (b~tch, if you f~ck ’round and go out the sad way)

[verse 2: roddy ricch, gunna]
huh~huh, i put my hands on a new lamb’
hang with gorillas, i’m tarzan
i got my religious, godd~mn (hoo)
i might [?] the car
i just might [?], punchin’ and jabbin’ the cat
then i don’t type it no more
hard dress code, i been out poppin’ his best hoes
put on the water with fresh toes
her and her partner [?], huh
body like ruby rose (mm), i did have a few of these hoes (mhm)
truth be told, did they really do to me though? (mhm)
i promise you that, huh (mhm)
flyin’ in a ‘vert that put you in the dirt
my n~ggas been tough since 10, no friends
big steppin’ in rain and sleet and snow, i’m tense, real trim
i tried tellin’ ’em i was beatin’ on these n~ggas but it is what it is, in atlanta
heard he talkin’ outside but he get quiet when i see him, it’s a reason
mhm
[chorus: gunna]
still trim
tell ’em they passed, they all him
audemars wrist, they know it’s him
i’ll probably win an award (mhm)
coupe with suicide doors (mhm)
lil’ bitty b~tch, they don’t know what’s happenin’
i’m really rich, i don’t do it for the ‘gram
now i drop heat like a torch (mhm, mhm, mm)

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